I Cheated While Cultivating

“Humans are just so stubborn, so ignorant of death.”

Black Hawk flew in the sky, looking down at Wang He who stood in the middle of the city wall and sighed, “However, if you were a demon, I really would have liked to recruit you as a subordinate. What a pity…”

“Being born human is a great fortune decreed by destiny. You, a monster, need not pity me.” Wang He, on the other hand, shook his head. His eyes shone brightly, and his stature seemed to grow even taller, as he coldly snorted, “On the contrary, you creatures with fur and horns, ignorant of humanity and societal norms, consuming raw flesh and blood, and kin slaying each other, are truly pitiable.”

“Seeking death!” Black Hawk, furious at these words, spread its wings on its back, with each feather erect and exquisite patterns flashing on them, faintly visible.

Then, with just a slight trembling of its feathers, a violent wind arose abruptly and spiraled towards Wang He, who was on the city wall.

This was Black Hawk’s inherent Demon Art.

For a demon of its level, the key parts of its original form would be interwoven with magical principles, granting some ability to connect with the natural forces of heaven and earth to some extent. This powerful method was called “inherent Demon Art.”

Now, Black Hawk was using the magical principles interwoven in the black feathers of its wings to manipulate the Power of Storm. This was the strength of nature itself, transcending the limits of the mundane and marking the true superiority of demons over humans.

Such a massive storm created a vortex in the void, blowing away the smaller monsters on the ground as if swept up by the wind and making the human soldiers, who were defending the city, fall from the walls, their fates unknown.

Of course, even with the storm’s formidable presence, surpassing mundane forces, it couldn’t directly punch through the walls of Changlin City.

The target of the shadow remained Wang He, while incidentally dealing with the human soldiers guarding the city.

“You’re not worthy to want my death!” roared Wang He.

At the same time, the aura emanating from him underwent a complete transformation. If he had been a towering mountain before, he had now become an erupting volcano.

A crimson glow bloomed from the Demon Slayer’s body, making both the Golden Bell and Copper Coin Sword in his hands seem as if they too were stained with blood, flashing with the same radiance.

Wang He was enveloped in a red aura, his whole body emanating an almost boiling blood energy, with even the fine blood vessels on his face swelling and making him look fierce and terrifying.

“You die!”

A roar of rage echoed through heaven and earth, and a tremendous ball of fire flared across the sky, transforming into a huge orb of flame hurtling towards the heavens.

It collided with the storm!

This crimson fireball was formidable, its power not weak, carrying a raging torrent of energy that instantly pierced through the storm and rushed towards Black Hawk.

“What?!”

Black Hawk’s expression was one of astonishment, filled with disbelief.

But now it was too late to dodge.

Boom!

A deafening explosion resounded as the crimson fireball hit Black Hawk solidly.

And the fireball exploded in the air!

The powerful shockwave spread out like a tsunami, raising more waves of energy and further dispersing any remaining storm, thoroughly nullifying Black Hawk’s previous attack. ŗ𝘢₦ο𝖇Ε𝒮

At this moment, not a trace of Black Hawk remained, as if the world was left with only this dazzling crimson light.

The monsters laying siege to the city were all in a daze, looking up at the sky in utter panic.

Even some of the more agile monsters had already retreated from the siege party, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

The soldiers on the city wall couldn’t help but cheer.

“The City Lord is mighty! Mighty!”

“Hahaha, what Demon King? All nonsense. The City Lord is invincible!”

“It’s so good! We won!”

The defenders wept with joy, the relentless pressure of resisting the monsters unbearably taxing.

No one knew if they would suddenly be killed by a monster breaching the walls, nor did they know if they would be killed by the aftermath of Black Hawk’s attack.

Lives hung by a thread!

Now, the Demon King Black Hawk had finally been slain by the City Lord, and victory was theirs, at last granting them complete security.

But just as the soldiers were cheering, Wang He seemed to have run out of oil and collapsed, slumping directly onto the city wall, leaning weakly against the wall behind him.

Now, Wang He had become completely different from before, his whole body was gaunt, all skin and bones, his eye sockets deeply sunken, breath faint, as if he might run out of life at any moment.

Instantly, the soldiers’ joy turned to sorrow as they tried to rush to where Wang He was, trying to see what was wrong with him.

But as these soldiers were just about to move, a gust of wind blew in, sweeping the leading soldier right off the city wall.

Then this gale formed into a wind wall, blocking their path.

“Quite an impressive attack,” came the voice of Black Hawk again.

As the red flames in the sky gradually dissipated, the figure of the Demon King appeared unscathed in front of everyone, still lofty and looking down on Wang He, who slumped on the city wall.

Not dead!

Black Hawk wasn’t dead, not only that, but it seemed to be completely unharmed; Wang He’s attack hadn’t affected it at all.

The remaining lesser monsters all cheered, continuing to prepare for their attack on the city with hands and feet.

Upon hearing this voice and seeing this sight, the soldiers defending the city turned ashen.

They could no longer imagine what could save Changlin City.

Their City Lord Wang He was already on his last legs; it wasn’t just about him fighting anymore, even living on seemed hard.

What to do?

What could they possibly do now?!

The soldiers defending the city were about to give up hope.

“Monsters, truly tough-skinned beasts, impenetrable, unbreakable, heh…”

Wang He let out a self-deprecating laugh, his voice incredibly weak.

This was the impact of forcibly burning the source of his bloodline; now, he couldn’t even stand up, much less fight.

He could only sit and wait for death.

“Human, you did your best,” Black Hawk laughed softly as it flew above, “The seven strongest humans are no match for our Demon Emperor, and a human fighter like you, no match for a Demon King.

“This is the will of the heavens, human. In the end, humanity is an inferior race, with short lives and little strength. You should have been our, the Demon Clan’s, food and pets; why resist so futilely?”

Wang He opened his mouth to rebut.

But suddenly he didn’t know what to say; burning the origin of his bloodline for an all-out attack had not even scratched a feather of the Demon King.

How could he rebut?

It was doubtful even he could convince himself.

“You say humans are an inferior race?”

Just then, a clear voice sounded, attracting the attention of everyone present, humans and monsters; Black Hawk also turned to look.

This was a handsome young man of eighteen or nineteen, dressed in white, with an elegant and graceful posture, a tranquil gaze, and a small, exquisite White Snake coiled on his shoulder, looking around curiously.

“Is it not so?” Black Hawk replied with a light laugh, looking down at the youth, its eyes narrowing slightly, but alert inside; it hadn’t even noticed the young man’s approach.

Bang!

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the ground.

The youth actually stomped on the ground and jumped dozens of feet into the air, coming face to face with Black Hawk, spreading his arms and grabbing onto its two black feathered wings.

Rip!!

Black feathers fell, blood staining the sky!

The young man had actually torn Black Hawk’s two wings off its body, his gaze fixed on the Demon King, cracking a smile.

“What about now?”

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